After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

"You, you, what did you call me just now?"

Song Yunran poked his head out of his down jacket, and his trembling voice contained two points of surprise and three points of joy, and five points of... so cold that he couldn't control it.

I don't know when, there was snow again in the sky.

Snow fell like rain. He wore black hair that seemed to be sprinkled with sugar. The tip of his nose was red with cold, and his eyelashes became more curled after moistening. He looked pitiful and cute.

Qin Ke wiped the snowflakes off his head: "Call your father."

Song Yunran: "!!!"

In an instant, he seemed to hear a lively and passionate symphony resounding over the Hualing Village, and every part of the sound was a chapter of celebration. Even the snowflakes floating in the sky formed a huge "Dad" in front of his eyes. .

Unfortunately, before he was happy, Qin Ke grabbed his wrist and said in an irrefutable tone: "Follow me back to the room."

Song Yunran was right when he thought about it. He should be a good and responsible father, and he can't let Qin Ke lose his father at a young age.

So he shook his non-existent tail and happily followed his son into the room.

The warm temperature instantly surged to the body.

I hadn't felt it outside just now, and now suddenly returning to the warm room, Song Yunran shuddered severely.

He shuddered and hugged the down jacket tightly, his teeth couldn't stop fighting, a pair of apricot eyes opened wider than a copper bell, and he looked at Qin Ke eagerly, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Qin Ke frowned, took the down jacket from his arms, poured him a cup of hot water, and found a towel to wipe his hair.

The printed enamel cup with local characteristics is slightly hot.

Song Yunran lowered his head. After a long time, his fingers gradually felt the temperature of the cup wall. At the same time, there was great joy in his heart, and he couldn't help laughing.

"..."

Qin Ke didn't know what to say. In this atmosphere, saying anything seemed to ruin the happiness that Song always wanted to achieve. He could only continue to dry his hair in silence.

Besides, he does need some time to sort out his thoughts.

He had never really understood before, why Song Yunran was always obsessed with such strange wishes.

It wasn't until Song Yunran ignored the whole truth to reveal the truth just now that he finally understood how complicated the reason was hidden behind the seemingly absurd wish.

main character.

Qin Ke muttered this familiar word silently, and his eyes were stained with a dark and difficult color.

He has played the leading role many times, but he did not expect that the seemingly ordinary life has already divided him and other people into a clear gap.

Song Yunran's accusation against him is not entirely correct.

Qin Ke knew in his heart how much effort he had gone through every step of the way he had walked.

However, when Song Yunran complained loudly with red eyes, he did not have the slightest desire to defend himself, and even only wanted to apologize for the grievances Song Yunran had suffered all the time.

"Say sorry."

Qin Ke whispered, "Sorry, I didn't expect to cause you so much harm before."

Song Yunran narrowed his smile and said awkwardly: "You have a conscience."

Qin Ke threw the towel aside: "Although this seems strange to me, I never regard you as a tool person. To me, you are very important..."

"Dad?" Song Yunran answered.

"..."

Song Yunran caught a glimpse of the helplessness in Qin Ke's eyes, and the smile on his lips became wider.

Of course he knew that the answer was not this, but being able to take advantage of Qin Ke's previous life, undoubtedly made him double happiness as a new father.

"Don't be angry, Dad is joking with you."

Song Yunran put the enamel cup for warming hands back on the table, "From now on, we will be a family. Tell me anything you encounter. I am not the kind of person who does not keep promises. Since you called me today. Dad, then I will always be your father."

Qin Ke didn't speak, but slowly raised his eyelids and cast his gaze on the snowy field outdoors.

The puppy previously painted by Mr. Song has not been covered by fresh snow. If you get close to the door, you can clearly see the puppy's drooping ears and grieved big eyes.

Song Yunran couldn't help but feel a guilty conscience.

He didn’t think too much when he was squatting in the snow and doing random graffiti. The puppy was created entirely by instinct. Looking back at this moment, it seems that he used his painting to express his emotions and deliberately pretended to be pitiful and miserable. Winning Qin Ke's sympathy.

"You, don't you want to go back." His sense of crisis spontaneously arises. "What you say can't be withdrawn."

Qin Ke retracted his gaze and smiled, "Okay, don't withdraw."

He looked at the other person's eyes, and for some reason, his tone was quite meaningful, "It's Mr. Song, you just don't regret it in the future."

"???"

Song Yunran was startled, and then understood.

It's just a naive child trying to provoke his father. This little trick doesn't scare him at all.

"That's a deal. Whoever regrets it will bark like a dog in the future." He replied confidently.

Half an hour after the father-son relationship was established, someone finally came to remind them to continue recording.

The remaining two teams completed the challenge almost at the same time. In the end, Shao Qian's group took advantage of a weak advantage and chose the second room with decent conditions.

Fortunately, considering the bad weather, the program team did not dare to make a joke about the safety of the guests. In addition to the small size of the room arranged for the last place, the living facilities were also complete.

The six guests gathered again were invited to participate in the local wood carving experience class.

Before leaving for the woodcarving workshop, Song Yunran was called by the choreographer.

"Mr. Song, there is something we want to talk about for a long time."

The director’s sincere smile was mixed with a hint of helplessness, "Don’t turn off the wheat casually in the future, it will affect our shooting of the material."

The director is full of regrets when he mentions it.

The rooms where the guests lived were also shot by automatic cameras, so that the audience could see how the guests in non-task status would get along.

In the end, Song Yunran did well. He closed the wheat as soon as he entered the room today.

Qin Ke, who used to be able to cooperate with the program group, also turned off the sound somehow.

As a result, they could only guess from the pictures they had taken, as if they had a quarrel and reconciled, but they couldn't guess what they were talking about.

What a good material it was originally, the director thought heartily.

President Song suddenly ran out of the living room, Qin Ke took a down jacket and took him back after sitting quietly for a while, and the warmest picture of helping to wipe his hair, but all because there was no sound, it became a pity that it was discarded and tasteless tasteless chicken rib material. .

Song Yunran scratched his head: "We are discussing trade secrets today."

"...Really." The director was half-trusted, "Then you called Shao Qian Guanmai several times, are you discussing trade secrets?"

Song Yunran: "...Well, that's right."

He smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry sister, not next time."

The director looked at his harmless smiling face, and was defeated by his attitude of correcting his mistakes after all, and nodded to beckon him to continue shooting.

A group of people walked into the woodcarving workshop mightily.

Hualing Village is rich in birch trees, and the local wood carvings also use hard and wear-resistant birch wood as raw materials.

The boss gave everyone a cut, palm-sized wooden block, and said: "You use a piece of paper to draw the pattern you want to carve and paste it on the block, and then I will guide you how to use the engraving machine to complete the rest. Process."

Song Yunran has liked handcraft lessons since he was a child. After he got the pen and paper, he thought about it and found that such a small piece of wood couldn't make many luxurious patterns. After a little thought, he decided to carve a monica that accompanied him when he grew up.

Monica's appearance had already carved a mark in his heart.

Song Yunran didn't need to use his mobile phone to look through the photos. It only took a few minutes to draw a naive Samoyed on the paper.

Dai Lao, who was sitting opposite, took a look: "Is this your dog and what's its name?"

"Monica." Song Yunran put the paper in front of the camera, "Isn't it cute?"

The photographer nodded in cooperation.

Song Yunran was overjoyed and suspected that today was his destined lucky day.

Not only did he meet the two links he was best at, but finally heard Qin Ke call out to his father.

He used glue to attach the piece of paper to the wooden block and pressed it a few times. As soon as he was about to ask the teacher to borrow the engraving machine, he swept his sight until Qin Ke had finished the drawing process.

"It's a coincidence, you painted the dog like President Song."

Dai Lao was probably the kind of half-hearted student in the class when he was young. Before he could paint well, he was busy observing his classmates' homework.

Song Yunran was puzzled.

Qin Ke has never raised a dog, so why draw a dog? They can't be inspired by the two of them. Today, let's have a match in the name of monica.

He turned his head and leaned over, and after seeing the little picture drawn in pencil, his fist hardened.

Qin Ke actually reproduced the wronged dog he painted in the snow!

"I suspect you are suggesting something to me."

Song Yunran protested, "This one won't work, you can redraw it yourself."

He does not mean that.

Shao Qian craned his neck next to him: "Huh? Isn't it just a dog? Why is there a hint?"

Song Yunran: "...I can't explain to you."

He didn't want to be seen by the national audience of the graffiti he drew in a trance. He turned his head and threatened Qin Ke, "I hear you not, hurry up and change one."

However, Qin Ke only asked him calmly, "Why not?"

"?"

Of course, it's because the dog looks more like your dad, and it even has a dimple on the right side of his face that looks exactly like your dad.

Although the fact that a dog has a dimple sounds speechless enough, it is even more speechless for Song Yunran to tell the reason publicly.

Because once you say it, it's like calling him a dog.

Song Yunran took a deep breath and pulled Qin Ke to the corner, subconsciously wanting to talk to Guan Mai in private.

As a result, before the finger touched the switch, the staff team cast a sharp gaze.

"..."

Song Yunran silently retracted his hand and put on the cold face of President Ba, trying to put pressure on his eyes.

Qin Ke met his gaze, with a tolerant tone: "I am not good at drawing."

"so……?"

"So I can only learn your style of painting."

Qin Ke's long eyelashes slowly hung down, as if he was hiding his inferiority complex, "Or, it's not okay?"

Song Yunran's heart trembled.

He saw it, he saw it really, after Qin Ke finished speaking, his lips moved silently twice.

Yes, he would never admit that he was wrong.

It is the word "dad".

Song Yunran's will collapsed instantly.

No father can resist the child's serious request.

So he must have been thinking too much. Qin Ke didn't borrow a dog...oh no, laughed at him by using wood carvings, but wanted to pay tribute to him from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, in that case, then you engrave this."

Song Yunran blocked the frantically upturned mouth corners with his hands, and said, "Remember to carve better.

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